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Update:

Thomas said in a statement that, “I deeply regret my comments I made last week regarding the Israelis and the Palestinians. They do not reflect my heart-felt belief that peace will come to the Middle East only when all parties recognize the need for mutual respect and tolerance. May that day come soon.’’

Mutual respect and tolerance surely doesn’t exist in her world view since MR&T does not include taking people out of their homes and shipping people to Germany or Poland.

If someone wants to be stupid and claim parity for that statement and the issue of immigration reforms, go ahead – my day will get brighter.

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I love this quote from Obama:

I don’t want us to do something just for the sake of politics that doesn’t solve the problem,” Obama told reporters Wednesday night aboard Air Force One.

Gee, why stop now?  That is the health care bill to a “T”.

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Just three days ago I was telling a co-worker about this sort of thing when I was younger.  Except we were 8 or 9 years old, trading kicks to the ‘nads.  I can’t imagine why a 14 year old thinks this is better than… pretty much anything.

Sack-tapping is still big, just now it’s still big amongst the “big boys”.

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I searched for my car keys for an hour and a half.

Cruel Wife finally picked up on her cell phone.

CW: “Oh I saw them… oh, where was it…? Oh, yeah… Franken-boy was playing with your keys and I told him to stop and put them down.”

Me: “Which was… where?”

CW: “Look on the bucket of spackle compound.”

Me: “You mean under the newspaper on the bucket of spackle compound next to the TV?”

CW: “Yeah, Did you find them?”

Me:  “Yes I found them.  Boy am I glad I tore up the bathroom, living room, living room closet, kitchen, office, and our bedroom.  That just needed doing.”

After 90 minutes of looking for my keys, I think I understand how Serious Cat is feeling.

There is now a huge pile of shit about waist-high in the center of the living room composed of clothes, cheap furniture, toys, garbage, and scrap paper.

Along the way, I tripped over a child’s-fist-sized Finding Nemo “Nemo” fish-flashlight thing and slammed into the wall between the bathroom and downstairs door – shoulder-and-head-first.  I became quite angry and the next thing I knew I was in the garage hitting it for what must have been the 8th time with a 15lb sledgehammer.

You can’t make this stuff up.

I don’t think the Nemo flashlight is salvageable.

So, I’m going to save the commute time and sit here working from my easy chair and desk.  I hurt.

But I got my keys.  That’s the important thing, right?

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